#exorcistlieutenant

[2ndbyteofapp1e]

is adam ready for their . . . date ~ ?

While his fuckbuddies were disappointed in the last-minute cancellation, once he "explained" the situation ("It's strictly business guys, I swear") they conceded. Adam briefly thought about Lute's opinion of his hookups. How much were they ruining the chances of something meaningful happening between them? He shook his head, choosing to put off that discussion for later. Again.

"I guess I should go pick up Lute in a bit."

Taking a few moments to freshen himself up, spritzing on some cologne that he remembered his head Exorcist complimenting, and straightening his collar, he flew off to fetch his date.

[infernal-blaze]

@exorcistlieutenant asked: Lute approaches Adam with a saddened expression .

Brow furrows in concern. Adam steps forward, a gentle hand cupping her cheek as he tried to meet her gaze.

"Lute?" Wings twitch anxiously behind him. A claw carefully pushes a lock of hair from Lute's face behind her ear. "What's wrong?"

[dick-meister]

〞 sir . . . please . . . don’t let go of me .〝

They took her arm…

They took her arm…

They took her arm…

“Hey… Hey. It’s ok. I got you. Come on, you’ll be ok.” The First Human held onto Lute, angelic glistening gold of blood covered the two of them. If only he had been less reckless, if only he payed more attention to her… Fuck. Fuck! This was all going horribly wrong!

Lute was losing a lot of blood, Adams’s heart pounded hard against his chest in absolute worry and denial. It was only a miracle they had made it out of there alive. Unfortunately, Lute had taken more of the damage than he had, even after taken such a beating by Lucifer. Granted mercy. But it seemed Lute wasn’t spared the same fate, not at all.

“Come on, baby. Keep your eyes open, will get you better.” He turned his head and desperately yelled out to the gathering exorcists “Get a fucking medic or something! Now!”

Turning back, Lute would only get that soft smile from him, a thumb moving to her lips, wiping away glowing ichor. “Come on Lute. We gotta get boba tea or whatever the fuck you call it tomorrow. You like that shit right? As much of it as you want.”

No medic would come, who had ever heard of an Angel who needed to be saved like this? Adam knew that, he knew that… Lute…

“No, no, no… Lute Please…” He held the woman to his chest, tears flowing, dripping down to the top of her hair. “I need you… I love you… I’m so sorry…”

[empyreanwings]

Continued — @exorcistlieutenant

THE YOUNG SERAPHIM'S SHOULDERS tensed beneath all the decorum hiding them away. Lute normally had this intense stare, but there was something fueling this pointed glare. The mask came off and the Lieutenant spoke succinct of her wants.

"Oh," Emily lowered her craft into her lap to give the other angel her full attention," she is speaking with our Father and the other Archangels. I doubt she'll be available anytime soon. What is it that you need?"

[primumincaelo]

@exorcistlieutenant replied to your post “: plays dead .

— ˖ ✦ * — ...genuine worry.

[originemesis]

is currently doing adam's paperwork .

And he's absolutely helping... by laying dramatically over the desk with an arm crooked over his visor as he goes over the hardships of his day in great detail.

"-and then fuckin' Karen told me I couldn't swap for something else 'cause I already ate half the sandwich out of DESPERATION FOR SUSTENANCE- can you believe that shit? I should go fuck around with her daughter in HER bed. Then I can tell Karen to make me the sandwich. UhahAhaHAH- that would be so fucking rad-iCK-culous."

He's been yammering for the past two and a half hours now.

[jizzlords]

any tips for a . . . beginner in bed ?

Lute is new to this type of thing . . .

WOO!! Pump the brakes, babe! Coming from an exorcist?! An executioner in the flesh? In his lustful presence? Sought for "tips" to give into a temptation that just-so-happens to be his expertise? HA HA HA — is this one for real?! There's so much — but something tells him she's just not ready.

❝ HA!! I'm not a sex educator, babe. Nor am I a "relationship therapist", that shit's gross. ❞ He could lay it all on her but man, is he holding back. From what this sounds like, it's seeming like a sloppy navigation through their little journey. This shit's exciting.

❝ Still, you know what? You might've come to the right guy. Before I give you anything, you need to give me a little more. If you know what I mean. ❞

[mothvalentino]

@exorcistlieutenant

ཐིཋྀ "Can angels regrow limbs?"

[dark-ambition]

@exorcistlieutenant continued from X.

Truth be told, the whole fact that Pentious was now a serpent of Heaven instead of Hell was…still something he was grappling with. He couldn’t recall anything. One moment he was in his ship, preparing to fire, the next, he had suddenly woken up, in Heaven, with a brand new form, a new body, and everyone welcoming him in with open arms and leaving him practically dizzy with confusion. There had even been a proper welcome given by the very Lieutenant, or as he had gathered, the new Commander, of the exorcist army herself. The leader of the exterminations, one of the very exorcists that he had spent centuries hiding from, cowering from, living in fear that they would find him and subject him to a slow, painful, final death, now walking alongside him and treating him with respect and courtesy. It was…surreal. So surreal that he hadn’t heard the hiss of a sword leaving it’s scabbard behind him until the clang of metal rung out in the air, leaving him gasping as he reflexively leapt back and grappled for his coat to reach his gun…only to register that his gun was not there, and that the Commander herself had went and blocked the blade from piercing his flesh.

He watches, silently, as Lute firmly scolds and dismisses the exorcist that had tried to strike against him, his eyes sliding down to his own empty hand as he slides it free of his coat, the lack of any weapon cradled inside of his palm making his talons feel almost…hollow. The once great black hue of his scales, now reduced down to a soft palatable grey. “…I, uh…Y-Yessss, of course..” He stutters out in a faint, not quite there haze, and after a moment, he drops it to his side, faintly staring at the ground, clean and crystal white, paved with gold, pristine and glamorous. A far cry from Hell’s cracked and dirty pavements and blood soaked streets. “..Forgive me, I’m…still trying to processsss this. The…belonging to Heaven now.”

He lifts his hands again, staring at them, before moving to turn over his shoulder to grip at the end of his tail, missing at least twice as he did so, lifting it up to stare at the white underbelly of scales, devoid of eyes that he once saw through as easily as the eyes in his head. His vision feels so much smaller now. So much more disjointed.

[perditicn]

@exorcistlieutenant        sent ;;

        “ smash or pass Lute ? (Vox ?) ”

From ;; Smash or Pass // Accepting Today Only

        “ ...Who are you? ”

He didn't know the name but he sure as shit recognized the person attached to the name.

        “ Oh. Shit. ”

Would he get his shit kicked in if he said ' smash '? He feels like he might considering how she had seemed to be... really fucking intense and really fucking violent. And he could do violent, sure, but not really with someone he thought might rather kill him more than anything else.

        A strained smile was pulled across his screen.

“ ...I'll pass, thanks. ”

[hellishshowman]

@exorcistlieutenant from x

    Was this . . . Lute the Exorcist . . . complimenting him ? The King of Hell ?

    Had he spawned a flash freeze up in Heaven or something ? It was truly jarring , as evident by his stuttered response , ❝ Uhh . . . I'm a big fan of your . . . wings ? ❞ that was surely tame enough , right ? He was never good with what Charlie's generation referred to as ' rizz ' , but he was doing his absolute best given the unexpectedness of the current situation .

    ❝ . . . they really compliment your , eyes . . . ? ❞

  Fumbled the landing .

[2ndbyteofapp1e]

Lute is currently cleaning off her spears .

Adam takes a seat beside her, throwing his battle-axe guitar onto the table. The cutting edges look dull and the entire weapon is splattered in the blood of sinners. He procures a wet rag from a bucket on the floor and begins wiping the golden surface down, staining the white cloth red. He watches his second in command care for her own gear. A spear seemed decently easier to clean. He'd be jealous, if his own instrumsnt of war wasn't so bitchin'.

"Awesome job out there, Lute. Really fuckin' lived up to your nickname tonight. Pretty sure your kill count hit the 300s."

It hadn't exactly been difficult to hit a new record. As much as the exterminations were about quelling rebellion, Hell WAS getting overpopulated. You could wind up to slaughter one demon, just to chop one behind you in half. It was that bad.

[dick-meister]

@exorcistlieutenant Continued.

The Angel would shut his eyes, her slender arms wrapping around what felt like a beaten and broken cadaver that was his body. How much abuse did he really put his body through? How many deaths would he have incurred if human again? Did it even matter?

Those words however… She was so nice, her reassurances would hit mental warm spots, a cascading feeling of warmth and fuzzy pricks trickled down his head to his spine like electricity.

She really thought all that about him? Lute wasn’t a liar. He knew that. But there was still a part of him, fueled by the affliction of alcohol, that would poke and prod at his mental like a curse. Whispering doubts and fears that only caused him to wrap his arms around her, wanting that warmth and protection from her. She thought he was so courageous and brave? Then why did he feel tears fall from his eyes? Why did he feel so small in this moment? Why was he… Him?

“Lute…” Her name left his lips like a plea, to take all of this away, restart, be less of a laughing stock. But that couldn’t and wouldn’t happen and after a moment, he would finally speak.

“Sorry. I… Maybe… if you were there… the very beginning… Be my Eve…” He mumbled through a sentence, something highly personal but said as but a whisper as he groaned and kept his eyes shut. Maybe he could sleep here, right on her shoulder. That won’t be nice….

[flameandindifference]

@exorcistlieutenant has appeared

Aw hell no.

Why was she here? The boy doesn't even say anything, just glares. Though his snake tail proceeds to life up and hiss sharply in Lute's direction.

[primumincaelo]

— ˖ ✦ * — “. . . Oh.” Well that's going to make things awkward real quick.

[originemesis]

[INJURY] reverse

With the latest extermination at its finale, he'd retrieved his axe out of some fallen imp's back with a schling that spread a smattering of red across the broken rubble of the road they'd rounded up the last few stragglers on. It had been a real slug-fest this go-round, but there were plenty of newbies in the flock so he supposed it was to be expected. Speaking of...his lieutenant was still missing in action after he'd watched her dig her talons in and wrestle some demon bitch into the ditch. It was only after he came to its edge in the aftermath did he notice she was still down there huddled up next to a still body now face down in the sulfuric mud.

Sending the summoned instrument away with a flick of his wrist, it doesn't take him long to plummet down and land hunched beside her, clicking his tongue as he surveyed the dead demon's sewagey fate. "Shit, you really fucked that bitch." A chirp indicated his amusement, though it would swivel sideways upon noting the trail of gold running down from the shadow silver roots and down her face where the trail ended and intermittently dripped off her jaw.

"Mmm~ you got a little schmutzy somethin' on your...your thing, there." Cocking his claws upwards, he allowed them to drift and ghost under her chin to tilt it back and slow the stream of angelic blood so he could better figure out where the source of it was. Once he had a general idea of where she'd bumped her head, he leaned in and trailed the flashing end of his tongue up along the half formed drip on her chin, chasing the trail up to her temple before booping the glass of his face against the spot in a messy, doting peck. "Nice job out there, Danger Tits. Real solid strats."